He had a wry smile.
The ability to foresee danger was better than nothing for him.
No sense of surprise.
He thought about this, focused his senses, and turned his body in four different directions.
His sword-like brows suddenly twitched.
To the east, he actually sensed danger, while the other three directions showed no signs.
Yet to the east was neither Yujing nor the old lair of the Yuding Sect, instead, it was toward the East Sea, where there should be no danger.
It seems his perception of danger had been heightened.
He nodded in satisfaction.
This was useful.
Without further delay, he floated back to the cave.
By this time, the black gas in the cave had mostly dissipated, posing no threat.
He drew out his wooden sword, and immediately, purple flames roared, the purple Sword Gang enveloped the Sword, transforming into a longsword, casting a purple glow over Zhang Youling's skull.
"Ssss..."
